The Mass - Drifting Lyrics

Consumption of life, mankind's ritual throughout time.
At our planet's demise, we won't find shelter in the sky.

Helpless... infected... home.
Lost... drifting... alone.

When the horsemen ride, to destroy the race they despise.
When the future dies,
There is no miracle we can try.

Helpless, infected, home.
Lost, drifting, alone, all alone.

Lost, drifting, alone. [x2]